A blog celebrating Tadelsa Ship Week

#TadelsaWeek starts on Monday, the 2nd March and ends Sunday the 8th. It celebrates the Tadelsa-/Elsashi-Ship (Tadashi Hamada [Big Hero 6] x Queen Elsa of Arendelle [Frozen]).

[blunaowl]

After seeing the number of positive responses to my post about potentially holding an event in memory of @thearendork​, I would like to propose…

Ann Week 2016 | March 1st-6th

A week dedicated to celebrating the memory of Ann Asturias, 25th October 1984 - 5th February 2016.

Rather than restrict entries to Tadelsa, I’d like to see a wide variety of fandoms taking part, from everything from Frozen to Fire Emblem. I want to see oneshots, full blown multi-chapter fics, sketches, scribbles, and anything and everything else.

If you would like to contribute in another way, do so. Write a short message, a tribute, your thoughts, anything. Song lyrics, an excerpt from a book, anything. Anons are welcome. Think of this as an online book of condolence.

I’ve picked the first week of March, and I’ve created a blog specifically for the event. I’m thinking of uploading stories etc. during the week, and uploading tributes and messages on the 5th, the one month anniversary of Ann’s passing. Not to fret - I will happily post things that arrive after March 6th.

The blog for the event is @forthearendork​. 

You can submit entries via:

reblog - mention either myself or @forthearendork and I will reblog the post

ask - click here - be aware that functionality is probably limited using this method (anons accepted)

submit - click here - be aware that functionality is limited using this method

messaging - link me to whatever you’d like me to reblog (but I won’t reblog others’ work without their permission)

Please try to tag your entries using #forthearendork. This will help me reblog anything that isn’t submitted using the above methods.

If you’re struggling for an idea, I have an #OTP prompts tag that might prove helpful (there are some #brOTP things in there too), or you can visit this post for a list of OTP prompt blogs.

Finally, as a reminder to you all, if at any time you’d like to talk (about this or anything else), my message box or ask box is always open. If anyone has any questions, feel free to contact me.

<3

[blunaowl]

My, how time flies.

Ann Week is here. Remember to use the posting guidelines in the post above (or below, wherever) so that I can find it and reblog it.

I don’t get back from work until about 18:30, so I’ll start reblogging things in the evening (UK time). I’ll queue stuff too, try not to flood your inboxes.

I look forward to seeing all you have to post.

[vuelie]

TadElsa Week: Day 7 // Snowboarding Remix

[Day I] [Day II] [Day III] [Day IV] [Day V] [Day VI]

LOL final entry for the first ever Tadelsa Week. Sorry for the late, late, late post—but here it is, anyway. :D I didn’t know how to end it so I just decided to go with the story plot from the other ones I made for this occasion, incorporating my own take on blunaowl‘s magnificent “Snowboarding” fic. I could never come close giving justice her amazing work, but here’s my own short take anyway. <3

thearendork copper-anise obsessedwithfrozen42 gemel-dreamer cassiopeium drybananahippyhat hidinginabookstore birbhero6 prfxn (and if I forgot to tag you, please don’t feel offended—I’m just an expert in losing track -_-)

“And They Were Right”

Anna Arendelle was known for many things. Aside from being overly enthusiastic, a fencing prodigy, and ridiculously energetic like she had Red Bull running in her veins profusely, she was also —more importantly—known to be very, very overprotective of herolder sister. The youngest Arendelle had a strange fascination with swords that had developed from a very young age. That passion increased dramatically as sheentered her teenage years and eventually, adulthood with the help of her father indulging her and encouraging her to join competitions. Aside from skiing and collecting paintings from all over the world and wherever she could find any that would tickle her fancy, Anna was an overall spunky nineteen-year-old with a lust for life. And those swords that were meant for recreation were often used as weapons to strike fear into the hearts of many men who dared to approach Elsa with wrong intentions.

It was easy to tell Elsa and Anna apart. Besides the fact that Anna was shorter and a bit darker compared to her pale-skinned sister, the redheaded beauty was the complete opposite of grace and calmness which Elsa exuded effortlessly. While Anna threw her arms in the air and laughed out loud when she found something hilarious, her sister would cover her mouth and chuckle lightly. If there was something or someone that aggravated her, Elsa would isolate herself and find a room to gather her thoughts while thinking of ways to forget the predicament or avoid confrontation as much as possible. Anna would be the first to tear through the door and face the situation head-on, demanding for reconciliation or a resolution. She was stubborn as a mule, bold and relentless, unlike her soft-spoken sibling.

But in spite of their differences, they loved each other dearly more than their very own lives. It pained Elsa to leave home, but it was Anna who convinced her to transfer to San Fransokyo to start fresh and begin a new life after what she had gone through—with the promise that she, too, would be moving in with her in a few months, much to Elsa’s excitement. The first few weeks of being away from Anna was increasingly difficult for Elsa, but she knew that they would be reunited again and that was the only thing that kept her going—and then some. Elsa was the one who insisted in leaving Norway without Anna, for she knew her sister had her own life and a boyfriend that she would be deserting if she came with her. 

In the beginning, it wasn’t so hard for Elsa because she had Hans waiting for her in San Fransokyo.

But of course, life and its unexpected curveballs didn’t miss her at all and ruined everything that she had planned and hoped for.

The sound of Anna sighing on the end of the phone rattled her from her brooding. They had been talking for almost two hours, trying to come up with a strategy as to how Elsa can tackle the distressing thoughts of negativity that had been plaguing her for weeks. She spent half the time crying to Anna, and the ever talkative younger sister rose to the occasion as she always had whenever Elsa needed her and tried her best to soothe her worries away by offering words of reassurance. She was the only one who knew how to pick Elsa’s spirits up—and quite honestly, that worried Anna especially now that they weren’t together. Not yet. “I really think you should tell him when you’re ready,” Anna said gently, brows furrowing as she held on to her mobile, pressing it hard against her ear so she wouldn’t miss a single word coming from her sister’s mouth. It was already hard to hear her talk because Elsa had a habit of mumbling whenever she would try to suppress her cries. Anna remained undeterred and all her attention was focused on Elsa’s voice.

Elsa had her back slumped against the door of her room, her frame leaning against it with her knees propped in front of her. She hugged her knees closer to herself and bit the back of her hand to stop another wave of tears threatening to subdue her. A sharp noise escaped her throat and Anna’s brows narrowed even more upon hearing this.

“Elsa…”

A cringe wrinkled Anna’s face as Elsa blew her nose on what she imagined to be a very soggy handkerchief. Her heart sunk and she wished it was already the end of the month so she can fly to San Fransokyo to be with her sister. She was almost done packing all her luggage away with the help of her boyfriend, Kristoff, who chose to follow her wherever she went. Two more weeks, she thought, praying silently that it would come sooner so she can finally wrap her arms around Elsa. A soft sniffle echoed through the phone line and Anna found herself biting her lip, trying her best not to cry, too. “I don’t know if he’ll accept me after he finds out. What if he— ”

“Elsa, Tadashi is not Hans. I know you’re scared, but you can’t assume that he’s going to do the same thing,” Anna cut her off, the tone of her voice tender but with a hint of sternness. “You care for him, right?”

“…I do.”

A small grin slowly replaced Anna’s frown. “And you know he cares for you, right?”

Elsa shrugged, wiping the tears from her eyes with her palm as pleasant thoughts of Tadashi flooded her exhausted mind, replenishing it with fresh memories that they had made together within the short time that they had known each other. “I see that he cares for me…more than Hans ever did inside those three years that we were together.”

“Good. I have a good feeling about this nerd dude. You’ll be fine, Elsa.”

Anna’s last words caused Elsa to wince, remembering that it was the very last ones she had heard her father say to her before leaving them both forever. But Anna wasn’t aware of Elsa and their father’s conversation, and now wasn’t the time to reveal such daunting information to Anna knowing fully well that she was still grieving their parents deaths even though she wasn’t as outspoken about it and did her best to put on a façade to act strong. Some things were better left unsaid, she thought, as she kept her mouth shut.

Elsa wished Anna was right beside her, her gaze resting on the stuffed doll Anna gifted her with a few months ago for her birthday. She found solace hugging the inanimate object every night as she drifted off to sleep, imagining herself being cradled by her father, her mother, and Anna.

It was already past midnight and she knew that no matter how long she kept Anna up to keep her company and distract her from the inevitable, it still won’t change her dilemma and she still had to face her demons. She still needed to do what was right: no more lies, no more secrets, no more hiding. Elsa took in a breath, letting the gust of inhaled air fill the base of her lungs before releasing it in a low, weary sigh.

“Okay, I‘ll tell him.”

Tadashi immediately spotted the unfamiliar object laying on Elsa’s desk. It was out of character for Elsa to actually initiate a phone call—especially when it came to him—since he was accustomed to her as being painfully shy and ridiculously quiet. But she called him and he dropped everything that he was doing to meet up with her. Though they had spent some time together the past few months with their brewing friendship increasing each passing moment, Tadashi never pressed Elsa to do things she wasn’t comfortable with. He never tried asking her out on a date, he never tried to hold her hand in fear of her drawing back and pushing him away. It took Tadashi great lengths and great effort to be in that place where he was now—being Elsa’s friend. He found joy in making Elsa smile or laugh whenever he got the chance whether it made him look foolish or not. He tried to convince himself that he was content—but he knew deep down that he wanted more.  He was falling for her, and she had no clue. Or so he thought.

But Tadashi kept his heart tucked under the deepest and tidiest corner of his sleeve, not so much to protect himself, but to protect the girl he had grown to care for, making sure not to overwhelm her with advances that he knew (or thought) was unwelcome due to what she had gone through in her previous relationship. He was willing to wait no matter how long it would take just as long as Elsa felt safe and happy. He cared so much for her—so very much that he was willing to get his heart broken if there came a time for her to reject his pending confession of love. He decided that he would not leave her no matter what, and he was set in stone with that solemn commitment.

He gulped, feet quietly making their way to where Elsa stood with the blue object tearing his stare away from her. “Hey, what’s going on?” he asked, concern immediately replacing his look of confusion as he watched Elsa wrap herself with her arms, her face unusually paler than usual.

When Elsa didn’t answer, he shifted his eyes to the snowboard—well, half a snow board—that stood out like a sore thumb. The wooden equipment looked like it had barely survived the apocalypse. It was torn in two, and Tadashi didn’t know where the other half was. The edge where it was split apart was jagged, pieces of wood sticking out and the exterior paint chipping off with a strange streak of black marring the image of what he could make out as Norway’s flag. Tadashi blinked, lifted his head and looked at Elsa quizzically.

No answer. “Did…did you want me to fix your snow board? I can replace the other half with light titanium and it’ll be as good as—“

Elsa shook her head vigorously, willing the tears away that were ready to stream down her cheeks. “Tadashi I have to tell you something,” she interrupted him, her voice cracking.

“Okay,” Tadashi said quietly, eyes somewhat widening at the sight of Elsa shaking as she ran a hand through her hair. He removed his baseball hat from his head and sat down on her chair, not breaking eye contact and making sure his movements were executed carefully as if he was being cautious around a wounded animal that would pounce on him if he dared to do so much as blink. He watched her pace back forth like she was set on burning holes through the ground with the soles of her shoes. Tadashi wanted to ask what was going on. But he waited. Ready to listen and ready to understand. He waited.

Elsa skidded to a halt, finally acknowledging Tadashi as she shifted her weight to face him, her hands wringing together. “It was my fault Hans and I broke up. It was all me and…I was the one worth leaving.” A stray tear found its way down her cheek, then her jaw, immediately jolting Tadashi from where he sat.

Without realizing what he had done, he found himself cradling Elsa’s face with both of his hands, brown eyes drilling into hers as he shook his head in disagreement. “No, Elsa. Don’t do this to yourself. It wasn’t your fault. You know it, and I know it.”

Something stung inside Tadashi’s chest when Elsa broke free from his touch and closed in on herself, her head hanging and her shoulders rising up to her ears. “You don’t understand. And I know that you will leave, too, when you find out who I really am.”

Tadashi shook his head again. “Elsa, you’re my best friend. I don’t care about your past or what you’ve done. I don’t care about any of that. All that matters is now—and I want you now. I accept you for who you are.” He tried to take a step forward. Elsa took a step back. She kept walking backwards until her hips bumped onto the edge of Wasabi’s work desk. A sigh escaped her throat and she closed her eyes before lifting herself to her friend’s desk, mentally noting to tidy it up later to spare herself from his wrath.

With a grunt and a swear word, Elsa bent low and reached her right leg with both of her hands. Tadashi stood immobile, his confusion growing rapidly, but he stood still and refrained from interrupting Elsa and whatever the hell she was doing. An array of expressions distorted Tadashi’s face as he witnessed her detach her leg from her body. In one swift movement, Elsa raised her hand up with her prosthetic leg in tow, hot and bitter tears finally streaming down her face. Her pant leg hung limply, disconnected from the secret that it protected and wrapped in place.

Elsa’s lip trembled and words that she attempted to say broke with each syllable. “Hans left me because I’m broken. I was involved in a snow boarding accident and I didn’t tell him what it did to me until after he proposed—I didn’t tell him that I have this,” she lamented, tossing the prosthetic leg to the floor, “I’m so fucked up and he was right when he said no one can ever love me. I lied to him. I never should’ve gotten my hopes up. He was right to leave me and be ashamed of me. I’m just—”

Before Elsa can say another word, Tadashi took determined and deliberate steps toward her, not even giving the prosthetic leg crumpled on the ground a second glance—he crushed his lips against hers. Large hands found their way to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him, unwilling to be pushed away by weak arms that didn’t really stand a chance. 

Elsa, shocked by Tadashi’s intensity and boldness, stood rigid for a few seconds before melting into his touch, allowing her own lips to move against his. She closed her eyes and spread her legs apart to close the gap between them, her hands ascending up his face, drawing him closer as he deepened the kiss.

It was Tadashi who broke free first without fully removing contact as he rested his forehead against hers, allowing Elsa to catch her breath, his brown eyes conquering blue ones with so much love and acceptance that Elsa believed she didn’t deserve in this lifetime or the next.

“You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” Tadashi whispered before pecking her lips. “Hans is an idiot for letting you go. You’re so amazing and so perfect and I am so in love with you, Elsa,” he confessed without breaking his gaze as a light shade of blush sprouted from his cheeks. “I’ve been in love with you since the first day I saw you,” he added, a sheepish grin curling his lips.

Elsa didn’t know how to respond so she simply curled her fingers around the soft fabric covering Tadashi’s broad shoulders, noticing the compromising and rather scandalous position that they were in. She slid her hands down to his chest and looked down at her parted legs. Tadashi’s form was so close to her that she could feel his body warmth, prompting her cheeks to burn bright red. He followed her trail and shrugged noncommittally, his hands refusing to leave her waist.

“But I don’t deserve you. You deserve someone who’s whole, someone who— ”

“You’re the only one who can make me whole. You’re the only one that I want,” Tadashi cut her off gently, tilting her chin upwards so her eyes would meet his. He pushed a few loose strands of her bangs away and planted a kiss on her forehead, then her nose, then her lips again. “The truth is, I’m the one who’s not worthy of you, Elsa. But here I am anyway, and I will try everyday for the rest of my life to come close to deserving you.”

Elsa looked into the eyes of the man who had shown her nothing but goodness from the very beginning. Tadashi had wanted nothing from her but her laughter and her company without asking more than what he was given. He never wanted anything in return for his kindness. He just wanted what was best for her, and Elsa saw all of this. And she knew—my god, she knew that she would regret it for the rest of her life if she dared to let this one go. To let him go.

Elsa’s hands crept up to the sides of his neck and they rested themselves on his ears as she gently tugged at them, a slight frown returning to her features. “What’s wrong?” Tadashi asked, fingers immediately tracing the lines on Elsa’s forehead to will her worries away. “What are you thinking of?”

“I’m thinking of you.”

Tadashi raised a brow. “I’m here right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He cupped her jaw and smiled tenderly. Elsa leaned in, shifting her head to kiss his palm. Tadashi couldn’t help but gather her in his arms, burying his face on her shoulder. He inhaled her strawberry scent and he knew right there and then that this was the woman that he wanted to wake up to every single morning for the remaining days of his life. He tightened his arms around her, unwilling to let her go. Not for a second. Not for a minute. Not ever.

“Tadashi?” Elsa mumbled against his neck, eliciting a smile from him as he felt her lips touch his skin while she spoke. “Rapunzel would always say this weird thing to me whenever you would leave the room after lecture.”

That’s random. “And what’s that?”

Elsa hesitated and bit her lip, her face blushing from embarrassment. “I really don’t know. She just keeps telling me ‘you’re his new one.’ I didn’t want to assume or think anything of it, but it’s just strange,” she trailed off, her voice fading away.

Tadashi blinked rapidly. “Punz told you that?”

“Yeah, many times.”

He shook his head in disbelief before breaking into laughter. “Well, I guess she’s right. She’s been right all along.”

“I don’t get it,” Elsa narrowed her eyebrows, blue eyes asking for answers. “I’m your new…what?”

“You are my new dream.”

“Wow, that’s seriously the most cheesiest and corniest thing I have ev—“

Tadashi silenced Elsa completely with another kiss, broken snowboards and prosthetics legs were all forgotten as they both drowned themselves in each others’ embrace with each kiss and each touch mending Elsa’s wounds with the hope of a new beginning blooming in her chest.

Her dad and her sister were right.

She will be fine.

[gemel-dreamer]

Tadelsa week - day 7

"I don’t know. I really want to go, but what if anything happens? What if he discovers the way I feel. You know how creepy I’m starting to behave when he’s around" 

 ”Oh come on Elsa! You can do it! You will not be completely alone. There’ll be all that people in the game and noise and all that stuff”

 ”Well, you might be right about that… Okay, I’ll do it, thanks Anna”

[vuelie]

Because I’m a piece of trash and ten years behind. blunaowl thearendork copper-anise gemel-dreamer hidinginabookstore where-u-at-nati birbhero6 obsessedwithfrozen42

“Okay, I think this is the correct answer.”

“…No. It’s not. That’s not even…the right equation.”

“I’m pretty...

[tadelsaweek]

Behind Closed Doors- Part III

Sunday- Anything Goes

Read Part I and Part II first

Thick puddles of slush pooled in piles where the edges of the sheets trailed down toward the carpeting. The two watched, astounded, as small chunks slid down the covers with a splash as they made contact. The muted sound broke them out of their stupor, and Tadashi was finally able to drag his gaze away to look at Elsa.

He watched as the expression on her face transformed from stunned surprise to one of utter terror and despair. Her whole body began to tremble, and she slowly began to raise her hands out of the grave of sheets they were buried in, lifting them to her face as though she had never seen them before. They shook with an intensity that suggested physical illness, and she clasped them together to her chest and abruptly jumped out of the bed, eyes trained on the door.

Tadashi rose from the bed with her, standing between her and the exit.

“Let me go, Tadashi,” she pleaded, hands twisting in front of her. “I have t-to go back in. N-now.” Elsa, usually so poised and well-spoken, had a habit of stuttering when flustered, a trait which Tadashi found endearingly adorable, as it was usually reserved for intimate and sensual occasions or discussing matters regarding the heart, accompanied by a crimson flush across her nose and cheeks. This time, however, he recognized the stammer as a disconnect between the heart and mind, focusing all her dwindling energies left on holding back from an unintentional release.

“Elsa.” Tadashi hunched low, arms in front of him in a placating gesture, palms facing his trembling fiancée of only a few months. “It’s okay. Everything’s alright. No one’s hurt. Look,” he said, stooping down to scoop some of the slush into his hand. “It’s just slush. No ice. Not even snow, Elsa! You let go of everything you had in The Room earlier. It’s okay now.” He held the melting pile out to her so she could see, but she stumbled back violently from his approaching hand.

“Okay!? You think everything is okay?!” She cried, anger flashing in her face. Still retreating, she backed into the corner of the bedroom with a start, hands now splayed behind her against the walls. Wetness continued to seep from her fingers, beginning its dripping descent and staining the paint in dark rivulets.

“Els,” Tadashi sighed, letting the slurry slip through his fingers and running his remaining dry hand through his hair. “Yes, everything is okay. I’m not hurt. You’re not hurt. And you’re not going to hurt me. You got it all out from before.” He paused, testing the weight of the air. “Just relax. Take some deep breaths,” he said, mimicking taking one, his arms demonstrating a pronounced inhalation and exhale. When her anxieties resurfaced, or when she found herself in an uncomfortable or triggering situation, Tadashi would look her straight on and imitate the deep breath, prompting her to take the same action and release some of the tension building inside of her. This method worked quite often, but today’s events did not result in the same outcome.

“No,” she responded, her voice somewhere between a whisper and a whimper. “I thought-“ she shook her head vehemently, trying to back further into her corner of the wall but finding she had no room left in which to go- “I th-thought you understood.” Her voice broke on the last word, eyes clenched tightly shut and teeth bared in a grimace.

Tadashi felt like he had just been punched; he struggled to regain his breath, winded from what he had just heard. “Elsa, I do understand. I know why you’re scared, that you don’t want to hurt me. But nothing happened, nothing will happen. I’m here for you,” he added at the end, thinking to strengthen her resolve with steadfast support.

“No,” she repeated again, this time azure eyes focused intensely on his own. “You don’t know that, you- you can’t know that. You don’t know what this-” she held out her dripping hands to him to make a point- “can turn into.” She gave her hands a slight shake to emphasize, but her eyes grew wild in horror as she realized what she had just done and what could have happened as a result. She hastily wrapped them around her naked torso as she had done earlier, moaning in weary despair.

“Alright. Alright,” Tadashi said with a sigh, thinking fast for a way to rectify the situation. “Elsa, whatever you want, whatever you need from me, let me give it to you. If you want to go into the other room to let go again, fine. Just please, Elsa, please-” his voice, too, broke- he couldn’t endure seeing her so broken and wounded any longer, and himself being so useless, so goddamn incompetent, in comforting her. “We’ll stop what we were doing, I don’t care- I’ll be the happiest man in the world just to lie here next to you. But stay here with me, or let me come with you- don’t isolate yourself again- I just-I just need to make you better.”

He pleaded with her desperately, praying to any power that would listen to help her see that sequestering herself, detaching herself from her own emotions and those from the people who loved her wasn’t the answer. He couldn’t stand to see her like this, and for the first time felt grateful that he hadn’t known her earlier, when, she had briefly told him, being vague about the details, she had led a harrowing and solitary childhood.

Her face flashed with indignation- it was the wrong thing to say.

“Better?!” She exclaimed, fists now clenched by her sides in obvious fury. He watched as her expression rapidly transformed from one of terror and torment to one of righteous indignation. “You need to make me better?! I’m sorry, Tadashi, I didn’t realize- am I too- too wrong, too broken, damaged, too abnormal for you?!”

Her words struck him like a crushing blow to the heart and he nearly had to stop himself from stumbling backwards, her outcry affecting him body and soul. He knew, deep down, that she didn’t truly believe in what she had accused; was merely lashing out nonsensically in order to allay even a fragment of the raging emotion verbally rather than in a treacherous tempest. He knew, deep down, not to take it to heart- to let it go. But it hurt. God, it hurt, to hear her say such words, especially as the claim was something which they had discussed- multiple times. What her powers meant for their relationship, the challenges which she, and therefore they would face. He knew well of her insecurities regarding her…singularities. The fear that, despite ones’ best intentions, she could never be fully accepted; no one could wholly love every part of her through the good times as well as the bad- because if she couldn’t, how could someone else?

He took a deep breath, just as he had instructed her to do earlier, before this night had taken such a turn. But before he could say a single word in response, he noticed something glinting in the periphery of his vision.

He turned back, and froze at the sight before him.

Elsa had her right hand raised to the level of her face, the fingers of her left hand wrapped around her engagement ring, the diamond and the tiny sapphires dotting around it, their gleaming facets winking at him, taunting.

Arms shaking, she began to speak as he froze, watching her actions. “I was wrong, Tadashi. I- I’m sorry-” she choked on a sob. “But we can’t do this. I can’t let you do this to yourself. You deserve b-better, someone- someone you can hold, whenever you want, and someone who isn’t going to be in danger of hurting you if she gets upset. Someone who is just as warm, as safe, as whole as you.”

She closed her eyes, and with those words, her fingers grasped the band around her ring finger, and she began to twist at it. “I love you, Tadashi. But you need to give this to someone else.”

With a final tug, he watched as she went to pull of the ring.

But it wouldn’t budge. It was frozen onto her finger.

Her eyes flew open, aghast yet burning with frustration. He took advantage of her stunned surprise, thrilled for the first time that her powers had acted against her. Heart racing from what had very nearly just happened, he leapt forward and grasped her hands, refusing to let go even when she stumbled back and tried to remove herself from his unyielding grip.

“Don’t you ever attempt that again,” he growled, giving her hands a small shake. He tried desperately to soften his anger over her actions that had turned him into a sweating, petrified young boy. She looked over at him, eyes frightened by his outburst and looking forlorn and, quite frankly, tired. He released her hands.

“Elsa,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose, as she often did when exasperated or tired. “You know that that’s not how I feel; not what I meant by that. I’m trying so,”- here he flung out his arms wide- “so hard to help you. But you won’t let me in. You won’t tell me what happened, you won’t let me try to comfort you- how can I help you if you don’t let me in?”

Something about his words struck Elsa hard, he noted- he didn’t know which of the many had gotten through the wall of ice encasing her current mental state, but suddenly her arms dropped to her sides, her expression unreadable, and she fell to her knees on the floor. His words had apparently freed her control as well- her fingers ceased their trickling and the puddles and wet streams began to fade.

She dropped her head, hands beginning once again their twisting in her lap. “I know. I’m sorry. I know it’s not right to you. But I can’t.” Her expression was pleading with him to understand, her face broken at the confession of her inabilities; her powerlessness ironic in spite of holding so much power.

Tadashi fell to meet her on the floor and slowly, carefully, crept closer until their knees were touching. “You can, Els,” he whispered. “I know you can. And you will, someday. I don’t care how long it takes. But I will always be right here to help you along the way.” He tentatively reached out his hand, fingers outstretched towards hers. She looked on, silent, as he tenderly ran his fingers over her knuckles, lightly brushing the skin.

“Your powers may give you challenges to overcome at times, Elsa,” he said…. “but now I know, for certain, that they are a gift. If the ice, if your power, keeps this ring on your finger, I will never be anything but grateful that they are here to stay- that they’re a part of you.” He brought her hand up to his lips. “Just like your beauty-” he kissed one finger, “your intelligence-” and another, “and your love-” and another- “you’re stuck with that ring, and what it represents- and you’re stuck with me.”

He placed one last kiss on the finger with her engagement ring and winked. “Like it or not.”

-Copper-Anise

[tadaelsa]

Little Moments

A collection of moments from various aus, in light of the end of Tadelsa Week. Think of it as a bunch of pinpoints in different timelines or universes. Enjoy!

"So," Tadashi asked, "when are we going to see some of those famous Arendelle dance moves?"

"Oh, I’m pacing myself." Elsa replied.

"Come on!" He exclaimed, "Get out there!"

"No!" She gasped, "I’m such a dorky dancer."

"I know, and it’s very cute." He grinned.

She looked away for a moment, displaying a small smile. 

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[elsadashi]

Tadaelsa Week-Day 7: Anything goes

Modern Day Tadaelsa AU

[vuelie]

…more like, meeting Baymax. I thought it was too early for them to actually work together since I’m working off from my previous prompts.

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Chapter 6 - The Tears of a Queen

Chapter 6 now available HERE.

Elsa shows off her Ice Palace to the Nerd Herd as they make plans on how to introduce her to the modern world.

[thearendork-blog]

Posting my thing for Sunday’s prompt for Tadelsa Week. Something came up so the one-shot that accompanies this will probably be very late.

Credit to comickergirl. I had commissioned her for this piece. Wonderful job!

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Trapped

Sunday - Anything Goes!

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Tadelsa Week - Building Baymax

day 5: I’m satisfied with my care!

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Bonus Round!

“So, what did you find out from Baymax’s scan?”

Tadashi’s hand stopped in mid air, mouth open. When Elsa added, “At the hospital,” his hand twitched and the pancake on his fork landed heavily in the syrupy mess on his plate.

“I uh… I…” His shoulders drooped, and he sighed, “Elsa, I’m...

[kalikoke]

Pairing(s) Tadelsa, Tadashi x Elsa, Elsashi, Nerd squared

Rating K+

Prompt Day 5: Building Baymax

A/N Sorry this is so late y’all. Let’s just say I had my own nerd projects to attend to this week. I mean, I usually do, but this week turned out a lot more hectic than expected. 

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I missed the Building Baymax submission day. can I still submit my thing

Yeah, of course! :)

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Day 7 <3

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Someday

Note: Submitting on behalf of jenniferjuni-per, who’s away on a cruise. This is for Sunday’s prompt.

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Anna sat looking out the window, popping her gum loudly in her mouth.

“So what do we really know about this guy?” she mused as she looked out over the San Fransokyo skyline. The mist of the early morning was slowly receding, leaving the city bathed in the softened glow of the mid-morning sun.

“Well,” Kristoff was sitting at the table perusing a dog-eared copy of an old city guide, “he’s a nerd who’s always at the nerd lab,” he answered absentmindedly.

Anna turned her head towards her boyfriend, her mouth forming into an incredulous ‘oh’. “Kristoff! That’s not a very nice thing to say!”

“What?” Kristoff chuckled, throwing his hands up into the air. “That’s what his brother said!”

Anna’s shoulders relaxed, a smile creeping along one side of her mouth. “He did? That kid is such a troublemaker.” She shook her head, but a mischievous smile played on her lips.

“You’re telling me. He dragged me along on one of his bot fights last night.” Kristoff flipped the pages mindlessly. “Don’t underestimate that kid. There’s more to him than meets the eye.” He whistled low, and spoke with almost a reverent tone.

Anna turned back to the window, smiling. “Sounds like someone I know.”

With a squeak she suddenly jumped up from the couch, startling Kristoff who dropped the guide he was reading on the floor. “Oh my gosh! We’re gonna be late! Come on let’s go!” Grabbing her purse with one hand and Kristoff’s arm with the other, she flew out the hotel room door.

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The tinny sound of the bell over the door echoed throughout the café as Anna and Kristoff entered. The morning rush had just ended, leaving most of the tables empty and a stack of dirty dishes piled high on the counter. A weary-looking woman weaved her way through the tables to greet them. Blowing an errant wisp of hair away from her eyes, she flashed them a tired smile.

“Oh, you’re here! Wonderful, wonderful! Please, have a seat! They should be here any moment.” She flitted around the couple, motioning for them to have a seat at one of the only cleared tables near the window. With the back of her hand she swept off the crumbs from the table, wiping her hands on her apron afterwards.

Anna and Kristoff took their seats, as Anna smiled broadly. “Thank you so much—”

“Aunt Cass! Please call me Aunt Cass!” She leaned in conspiratorially. “Besides, we’re pretty much family.” She winked at Anna, who only stared at her blankly. Aunt Cass had turned to walk back towards the counter, at which point Anna shot Kristoff a questioning look. Kristoff only shrugged.

“So what can I get you two? Coffee? Latte?” The sound of dishes and cups clanking from behind the counter reached their ears, and the smell of hazelnut wafted over and made Anna’s mouth water.

“Oh! I would love a hazelnut latte! I heard you make the best.” Anna veritably bounced in her seat, her face lighting up like it was Christmas morning. Kristoff chuckled, his eyes dancing with affection as he watched her.

“I’ll just have a coffee, black please.”

As Aunt Cass brought the piping hot beverages over in quaintly mismatched mugs, the door to the café once again opened.

Elsa stood frozen in the doorway, a tall, lanky man in a baseball cap standing awkwardly behind her. Her platinum blonde hair was swept back in a messily tidy braid, the burgundy frames of her glasses glinting in the muted sunlight. Her eyes were fixed on Anna, misted slightly, and her lips were trembling. She clutched a laptop in her hands, fingers opening and closing around it so many times it was a wonder she could still hold onto it.

Anna stood up slowly, Kristoff’s gaze never leaving her. She walked towards her big sister, and without a word, opened her arms. Elsa fell into them without hesitation, and for a moment the sisters just stood there, holding each other. Aunt Cass sniffled.

Anna broke the hug first, pulling away and placing her hands on her sister’s shoulders. “It’s so good to see you, Elsa.” She smiled, rubbing the back of her hand over her eyes.

Elsa hiccupped, suppressing a sob, her glasses fogging up as the emotions caught up with her. “It’s so good to see you too, Anna. I’ve missed you.” The year that the two sisters had spent apart, and the abruptness with which Elsa had left, weighed heavily on her, and seeing Anna again brought up so many feelings she had pushed away. She swayed slightly, the man behind her placing a supporting hand on the small of her back.

Anna looked over, catching his eye. “You must be Tadashi.” She held out her hand, “It’s very nice to meet you.”

Tadashi took Anna’s hand, somewhat sheepishly, surprised at her firm grip. “It’s very nice to meet you too, Anna. Your sister’s told me so much about you.”

Anna smiled, throwing a sly grin at her sister. “Oh, she has, has she? I assure you I’m not as bad as she makes me out to be.”

Elsa’s eyes widened. “Hey! I never said anything bad!” Tadashi raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh, okay, maybe a few things.” Elsa threw Anna just as sly of a grin.

Anna laughed, taking a hold of her sister’s hand and leading them back to the table where Kristoff was waiting.

“Elsa, you remember Kristoff?” Anna pulled her sister so she was standing in front of Kristoff, who had stood, and was nervously rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

Elsa nodded, her face unreadable. “Of course I do. Hello, Kristoff.” She extended a hand, and Kristoff took it, masking as best as he could how cold it felt in his grip. Tadashi stepped forward then, clearing his throat. “Oh I’m so sorry. This is Tadashi.” She reddened brightly as she enunciated his name, her gaze dropping to the floor.

“Pleasure to meet you, Kristoff.”

“Likewise.”

The two men shook hands firmly, and once detached from the handshake they both simultaneously rubbed the back of their necks. Anna burst into giggles as the two men looked at each other with surprise.

“I can tell the two of you have a lot in common,” she managed to say between giggles, pulling at Kristoff’s arm as they took their seats. Elsa sat in the chair slowly, her eyes catching the intimate gestures between her sister and the man she was sitting so very close to, their knees touching under the table.

“So…” Elsa began, drawing out the vowel as she hesitated.

“So yeah! Look at us! We’re all here! So what have you been doing, Elsa? How do you like the city? We only arrived yesterday morning and it was so nice of Aunt Cass and Hiro to pick us up from the airport! Hiro even took us to see some sights! He’s such a cool kid. He must be so fun to hang out with, am I right, Tadashi?”

Anna’s rapid fire questioning made Tadashi’s head spin, and he sat momentarily stunned as Anna looked at him expectantly.

“Uh, yeah, he’s generally a good kid. He can be a bit of a brat sometimes, but most younger siblings are, right?” He smiled good-naturedly at Anna, and something about his crooked smile and the laughter and mischief in his eyes soothed the doubt in her soul.

Kristoff chuckled. “You got that right,” he smirked, taking a sip of his coffee. Anna elbowed him lightly, and again, Elsa’s steely blue eyes didn’t miss a moment of this exchange.

“Anna,” Elsa started, a bit forcefully, causing everyone at the table to look up at her. Tadashi’s brow furrowed, but Elsa averted her gaze from his questioning glance. “What have you been up to, in Arendelle?” she asked pointedly.

Anna blushed, realizing the direction Elsa was taking the conversation. “Well, uh, just the usual, you know…studying…and…stuff. School! Yeah, school takes up a big chunk of my time! And…learning about the business, it’s, uh, pretty intense, you know?” Anna tried to stall for time as much as she could, but with Elsa’s eyes boring a hole in her face she knew she couldn’t any longer.

Anna sighed. “Well, Elsa, to tell you the truth, Kristoff and I are here for a reason.” She felt Kristoff’s reassuring hand on her knee, and it gave her strength. She looked up into the concerned face of her older sister. “Kristoff and I are engaged.”

Elsa looked from Anna to Kristoff, and back again, the silence in the room palpable. Finally she seemed to compose herself, placing both of her hands on the table and interlacing her fingers. “Anna, when I last left Arendelle—”

“I know! I know, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t love him.” Anna bowed her head, her shoulders slumping, and looking at her Elsa was reminded of how Anna used to do the exact same thing as a child, whenever she did something naughty.

Tadashi shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Uh, it looks like Aunt Cass needs help, let me just—” He started to get up but Elsa placed a hand on his arm.

“It’s okay. Please stay.” Her voice was soft and in her eyes he could see the vulnerability she tried to hide. He placed a supportive hand on her shoulder as he took his seat again. Elsa turned her gaze back to her sister, her head still bowed. “Anna?” she asked expectantly.

Anna fiddled with a napkin in her lap, and while Elsa and Tadashi were having their conversation, Kristoff had placed a protective arm around Anna’s shoulders. His broad frame almost completely enveloped her. His body language was not lost on Elsa.

“I’m so sorry, Elsa.” Anna’s voice wavered, “I know that Papa had betrothed me to him before he died, and I thought I would be okay with it.” Her fingers worked the napkin relentlessly, “I know it was my duty, to solidify the partnership and ensure the survival of our family business. But—” she wiped at her eyes. “I just couldn’t.”

Elsa sat in her chair, the repercussions of Anna’s decision weighing heavily on her. She had thought it antiquated and unfair when their father had decided Anna’s future for her, but when he died, leaving her with the burden of managing the business, she came to understand many things. She knew that an alliance with the Westergaards would have saved them, but she could never fault her sister for taking her life into her own hands. Had she not done the same, when she left Arendelle?

She looked over at her sister’s fiancé, now rubbing a hand soothingly on her sister’s back, leaning his face close. As a child of servants on their estate they had all grown up together, and Elsa couldn’t deny that he had always been so protective of Anna. When she left Arendelle, her thoughts had been concentrated solely on her own lot that she had neglected to see the two of them getting closer.

“I’m sorry, Elsa. Please don’t hate me.” Anna’s voice broke Elsa out of her reverie.

“Hate you? Anna, I could never hate you for doing what’s right for you.” Elsa looked over at Tadashi. “For following your heart.” She dropped her eyes at the look of intense adoration on her boyfriend’s face.

“Thank you, Elsa.” Anna grasped her sister’s hands across the table, smiling with teary and grateful eyes. “But as you’ve probably guessed, we’re in a bit of a pickle.” She added, biting her lip with worry.

“The Westergaards are understandably upset, but they haven’t done anything about it—yet.” Kristoff looked over at Anna, concern creeping over his brow. “I wouldn’t put it past them to do something underhanded though.”

Elsa nodded, her eyes unfocused as she absorbed everything she had been told. Her life in San Fransokyo had been so ideal. She was enjoying her studies at the institute, learning so much so fast, and meeting Tadashi had been the icing on the cake. She never thought she could be this happy, but now she felt the heavy weight of duty pulling on her.

She stood up with finality, startling everyone at the table, Tadashi grabbing a hold of her chair before it could fall backwards onto the floor.

“I need to go back to Arendelle,” she announced, before hastily gathering up her things and walking out the door of the café. Anna and Kristoff exchanged startled glances, before quickly running after her.

“Does anyone want any donuts—hey! Where’s everyone going?” Aunt Cass was walking over, tray in hand.

Sitting alone at the table, Tadashi fingered the small velvet box in the pocket of his jacket. Aunt Cass sat down heavily across from him.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. Didn’t quite go the way you planned.” She touched his arm lightly.

“It’s okay, Aunt Cass.” He tried to sound confident and unmoved, but his voice betrayed him.

Someday, he thought. Someday.